21 - Aiden
Aiden
Every other time with her came with edges. A push. A pull. Something held back just enough to keep it from tipping into something neither of us had to name.
This was different.
Her hand fisted in the front of my hoodie, pulling me down into it, and I let her. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just the contact, the heat of her mouth, the way she stayed there instead of testing the distance like she used to.
I kissed her back, slower at first, feeling it out, making sure I wasn’t reading into something that wasn’t there. She answered by closing the gap further, pressing in, not giving me an inch to doubt it.
Right. That did it.
My hand slid up into her hair, fingers threading through, holding her there as the kiss deepened. Everything from tonight sat between us. The things she’d said. The way she’d said them. The fact that she’d said them at all.
To me, of all people. And without turning it into a joke halfway through.
Her lips parted under mine, and something in my chest settled, like a piece finally dropped into place where it should’ve been all along. That familiar rush of adrenaline coursed through me like it always did, but it was grounded in something steadier. Something like trust.
My thumb pressed lightly at the base of her neck, feeling the rhythm there, and it matched mine well enough that I stopped trying to figure out where one started and the other ended.
I pulled back just enough to look at her.
She didn’t retreat. Didn’t look away. Eyes locked on mine, something open there that hadn’t been before. No guard, or angle. Just her.
That did more damage than anything else.
My hand slipped from her hair, down the length of her arm, tracing the line of it until our fingers met. I laced them together and when she didn’t pull away, I gave her a tug.
Eyes still on hers as I moved toward the booth in the back.
The path there felt longer than it should’ve been.
Or maybe I just wasn’t paying attention to anything that wasn’t her.
She followed without a word, a hint of a smile playing at her mouth that told me she knew exactly where this was going and wasn’t about to pretend otherwise.
The curtain slid closed behind us, cutting off the rest of the studio from Sage’s booth. Smaller space. Closer. Just us and whatever we were about to make of it.
I glanced at the chair, then back at her. “Think this can hold both of us?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
All my problems had paled into insignificance now that I was here. Sage’s presence had pushed everything from my mind except the dance of my fingers over the soft skin under her shirt, her breath catching momentarily as one hand moved slowly between her legs.
The effect wasn’t lost on me either.
“Tell me if you want me to go.” My hands stilled on the waist of her jeans.
“No, please stay.”
Her words sounded rushed, breathless, and my hands resumed their motion up her legs with a worried thrill that made her tremble under my touch.
There was every chance someone could come back, looking for something, maybe, but the anticipation of what we were heading toward kept us pinned right here.
The button on her jeans popped, and I turned her round so her back pressed against my chest. My arms snaked around her, and the moan she gave vibrated through her back and into me when my palm made contact with her mound over the denim.
I moved one of my hands under the thin fabric of her shirt, and bit back a deep groan when I found she wasn’t wearing a bra. Two fingers clasped her stiff nipple, and she pushed her ass hard into my growing erection.
The pressure through our clothes wasn’t enough. Sage rocked her hips forward to meet my fingers, urging them beyond the unbearable teasing I was inflicting through her jeans.
“So needy,” I said, and nipped her neck. Then I slipped my hand into her jeans and down between her legs, my fingers sliding between her folds and lingering there as she quivered helplessly in my arms.
But it still wasn’t enough.
“Please, Aiden…”
I flicked my fingers over her clit and she arched her back, feeling my hardening cock press into her from behind.
“Maybe if you were wearing less,” I said, taking my hand out of her pants and rubbing her other nipple with the wetness I’d collected on my fingers.
She moaned again, then spun back around, pulling off her shirt as she did. I drank her in with hungry eyes, shrugging out of my hoodie almost as quickly as I stepped out of my jeans.
“Sit.”
The tattoo chair squeaked as I did as I was told, and Sage clambered onto it after me, finally claiming my mouth with her own. The heat spread fast and bright through us both. Every brush of her fingers over my bare chest and thighs was almost unbearably sensitive.
Sage then slid her hands around the back of my knees, moving lower.
I jumped a little at how it tickled, and caught her stifling a laugh.
Our eyes met, hers blown black with arousal.
She pushed my knees apart, sliding her hands up my thighs to slightly dip under my boxers. It sent a wave of shivers through me.
“You’re killing me.”
She hummed her approval, her hand cupping my hard-on and gently massaging me over my shorts. “Feels like I’m only half-killing you.”
“I swear to God, Sage.” My breath shook when she applied more pressure.
“You’re lucky I have something to gain from this too, or we could be here all night.”
Her hands moved back to my thighs, massaging the leftover tightness from the game and whatever new tension she was eliciting by touch alone.
Her face meanwhile pressed to my crotch, nuzzling my cock through the thin cotton.
She paused for a moment, using her teeth to pull the waistband of my boxers.
My cock bobbed free, twitching once, then again, before settling.
She pressed her mouth to my tip, and it gave another twitch. Her lips curled in a little smile, and she peppered more little kisses, teasing just as much as she had before, then took me into her mouth completely.
Sage started slow, dragging her flat tongue up the length of me, swirling around the head and giving a little flick over it.
I made a sound above her, and drops of precum wept out of me.
Her fiery gaze burning into mine, she stuck out her tongue and, keeping eye contact, lapped the taste of me right off the head of my cock.
A low groan vibrated out of me.
“I know you love it when I do that.”
I fought to get my breathing under control. “Then what’s stopping you from doing it again?”
My already hard cock grew redder and harder, filled with a rush of arousal that knew only one way to find release. I bucked my hips, driving my dick deeper into her mouth just as she was coming down on me. The movement sent me almost all the way inside, and Sage lifted her head.
“Look at you,” she said, stroking me with a firm grip. “But I’m the needy one.”
“Sage, pl— aaagh.”
She wrapped her lips around my tip, sucking sloppily as she slid her lips down, all while her tongue ran along the underside, rubbing that spot she knew would drive me crazy.
One hand cupped my balls, teasing them in rhythm with the other that stroked my shaft whenever her mouth moved up.
The pace she set was maddening, and my ears rang with how goddamn good it felt.
Soon my hips rocked to keep up with her, hands buried in her hair as I guided her to take me in deeper.
Sage complied, taking all of me in her mouth until my dick hit the back of her throat.
The delicious squeeze right there had me in a vice grip, and I held her in place, refusing to let up on the back of her head.
Tears sprung into her eyes, and her breathing shallowed out.
But only when she lightly tapped my thigh did I release her, and that’s when she began blowing me hard.
Saliva dribbled from her mouth to mix with the precum now coating my shaft, and she devoured me with relish.
“I am about to—” My warning was interrupted by a greedy groan as she slowly dragged her tongue up my shaft one last time, keeping only the head of my cock in her mouth. Sucking. Sliding her tongue through my slit.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste.” She was breathless, talking straight at my cock.
It turned me on so fucking much to hear her like that. And it also reminded me of something…
How much I loved the way she tasted.
With my hands pressed to her shoulders, I guided Sage to sit back while I shifted so my legs dangled over the sides of the chair. She leaned back on her elbows, adjusting herself slightly in her seat to give me better access.
“Wider,” I said, lowering my face between her legs.
She obeyed without question, showing me all of her glistening pussy, swollen with how hot she was for this. For me.
A tremble ran through her as I leaned in closer, whining softly as my warm breath washed over her pussy. The scent of her growing arousal flamed my own even more, and I got impossibly harder. To the point where my dick ached with how much I wanted her.
But first things first.
She shuddered as I brought my lips to her flushed skin and planted a kiss on the inside of her knee, slowly working my way up her leg.
Every other kiss was punctuated by a gentle scrape of my teeth, or a little suction that brought goosebumps to her skin.
While my lips wandered closer, my arms wrapped around her thighs to keep her squirming and trembling to a minimum.
She draped a leg over my shoulder for more support, and I continued to slowly trail kisses up her legs, alternating each time. I made sure to bathe her pussy with my hot and heavy breath during every switch.
“Aiden,” Sage moaned, her head rolling back. “Stop being such a fucking tease.”
I chuckled softly. “Can’t blame me for showing some appreciation. Especially to legs like these.”
There was an amused spark in her eyes when she looked at me. “Never took you for a leg man.”